So I’m sitting on my back porch awaiting my bestie to come pick me up, (She treating me to a girls movie night! ) and I’m listening to the sounds around me. Through the trees come a little voice, singing her little heart out. I know she singing on their out door stage they have set up on their property across the creek. It’s the sweetest little sound ever. Then she conviconvinced either her mother or grandmother to sing with her. It’s a wonderful sound. The sound of a happy child. On such beautiful days as this, hearing that sound, I can remember there is still hope and can still feel it. 

From the weird goat who’s best friends with the black sheep, 

Love and prayers and blessings..and hope!